I was wreckless, you were free.
Saturday, 26 April 2014
"Write a poem about me", you said.
"Write a poem about me", you said.
It's 5:27am and I have never been happier
I think that's because of you.
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NIck Sabat
19 July 2014 at 05:18
When you grow up just be yourself, baby. For there is nothing greater than your own uniqueness.
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When you grow up just be yourself, baby. For there is nothing greater than your own uniqueness.
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